Talitha turned one around the middle of last month but my last Baby Led Weaning Carnival was before then so I’m taking the opportunity to mark now what I think is a pretty exciting landmark: six months into a love affair with food. As with all great loves, it has not been without its drama. We’ve had the days where she’s been more banana than stomach, only for the beloved fruit to be cast down from the high chair in disdain. And so it’s gone with most foods. Peas obsessively
So you remember the time I went to the Yeo Valley Family Farm, climbed a hill, looked down at gorgeous Blagdon lake, learned about the area’s history in rocks, learned even more about organic farming and gardening, learned how to make yummy food from a yummy chef, ate said food, saw some cows and enjoyed afternoon tea? You don’t? I wrote all about it here. The day started with wellies and an interesting chat about sustainable living and ended in my baby putting natural yogurt in her hair. That was
The second Baby Led Weaning Carnival is here! This has been an exciting month for watching Talitha discover food. She turns one next week and can now eat pretty proficiently with a pre-loaded spoon (not quite as messily as this). She’s also started asking for food by signing and actually eats at each meal, instead of just throwing everything on the floor pretty much right away. If you’ve not done baby led weaning (letting your baby feed herself from the start) Carolin from Mummy Alarm gives a succinct and accurate
Talitha turns eleven months this week. As if some chemical reaction was timed for the appearance of two teeth, she’s suddenly begun to eat substantial amounts of food. Despite my bravado, opting for Baby Led Weaning from the start, a small part of me worried about her entering her second year of life without much of an appetite for anything but boob. Mind you nothing’s necessarily wrong with that either. A mere century or so ago it was illegal to feed an infant solids before a year without medical advice
The health visitor came for a routine visit. I agonised beforehand about certain choices we’d made that we’re bound to be contentious, especially bed sharing and baby led weaning. Maybe she’d surprise me but I made up my mind to be suitably vague. I just didn’t want to get into it, you know? I keep thinking now that I should have. HV: How many times a day does she feed? Me: Oh, it varies. HV: She should be eating more solids by now and demanding less of you. Me: Mmhmm.
Choosing reusable nappies over disposables can be daunting when you’re trying to work out what exactly happens in the changing process. As it’s Real Nappy Week thought I’d make a video to answer the questions I’d been getting about how exactly we do cloth nappies. I’m also taking this opportunity to big up my sponsor for the BritMums Live! blogging conference in June, reusable nappy brand Bambino Mio. The surface We start with a chest of drawers as our nappy changing surface to protect our backs. Of course you can
I literally trawl the internet looking for photos of babies eating and real-life experiences of baby led weaning. If you are similarly inclined, read on. Lamb and vegetable pot-roast-stew-thing. Probably a bit too fatty but Talitha absolutely loved it. In fact I think she kept forgetting she already had stuff in her mouth but, hey, if she doesn’t mind spitting things out and putting them back in her mouth, who am I to criticise? Sign up to my newsletter to keep in touch and support my writing
In my online quest to find the cheapest way to deal with the nappy situation, it became apparent that the answer was to go old-school. I’ve followed in my mother’s footsteps. Flat terry nappies it is. Encouragingly, my mother bought metres of terry towelling, cut it into 50x50cm squares and seamed the edges. She’s a legend like that. Armed with 24 of them, these are our main nappies. They also operate as burp cloths, washable wipes for particularly messy poo situations and bibs. I even lay one on the changing
The first smile is a classic landmark. The first smear of curry across your baby’s face? Not so much. The first time she shovels more chicken into a mouth full of chicken while trying to babble? It’s pure delight. Talitha started eating solid food the week before she turned six months. She had kept grabbing at what I was eating and it seemed time to let her do what she would. So, I peeled her a banana and the carnage began. I don’t even remember what she’s eaten so far.
Head to head – the ultimate show down. These are exciting times for both corners. We have nappies in the red corner and kitty litter in the blue corner. The winner, well the winner doesn’t get anything at all apart from slightly less frowns and sighs!
Modern reasoning would probably have asked why we were choosing now to have a child and whether it was “accidental”, especially with all these scaremongering news reports of how much it costs to raise the little buggers.